Alex and his arm looking over blue pages with his breakfast
oh oh oh yeh
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Alex and his arm looking over blue pages with his breakfast
oh oh oh yeh
I take back all those times I got frustrated/ bored in checkout lanes. I’ve been on the other side. I’m intimately aware that the cashier wants this to be over as much (or even more than you do)
*random*
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At first I was “this seems ok” but then this happened and I’ve been laughing way too much, probably (..) i changed the wrong parameter
> He Tian is back
> Mo: "I'm outta here"
> *Mo goes away*
I’m working from home today and I’m sure that he probably thinks that I have an interview, which I don’t, but I did want to work on my resume and get it updated and it felt odd doing that at the office and no, I didn’t do it over the weekend so I did it here at home. Just sent it off to my friend who has a great network and is working someplace right now and has an in with her consulting group (they have someone on-site).
I’ll wait for a week or so before I update my resume and make it available online. I won’t have a lot of availability to interview during these next couple of weeks (unless they’d consider lunchtime phone screens).
I kinda feel like I’m getting my life on track.
Ughghhug I just finished a 7.5 hour shift, biked home in 33 degree weather (at midnight). I’m sore everywhere and nauseous 🙃
Every now and then I purposefully stretch my brain into the difficult and somehow comforting knowledge that none of what happens in my small blip of a lifetime matters in the large lens of the infinite. via Pocket
I have a theory that the truth is never told during the nine-to-five hours
Hunter S. Thompson